“But they have coffee, right? That’s what coffee’s for,” says Carla. “To make guys like you less grumpy. If you and I had first met before breakfast, we would have had very different lives. Like, separated by a million miles.”

“Hi folks!” he says, like it’s a real sunny day outside. OK, it is. But he’s a pretty cheery guy. Recommends the “Exhibit No. 1,” nachos ($6.45). Just to keep things moving along, we both agree to have a plate of them. Plus a cuppa jo each ($1.75).

Fast-forward five minutes. Yes, there are still a lot of patients and surgeons and green-tunic medical guys not letting us forget where we are. But me, I’m deep into my crispy nacho taste-fest here, with good marinated ground beef, jalapeño heat and cheese and sour cream, almost overflowing on this decent-sized black plastic plate. Perfect with coffee. Together, they make a great savory breakfast.

Talk about mood enhancers. The more those jalapeños get us waving air into our mouths, the more things start looking up.

“Oh man. Back of your neck?” says Carla.

I know what she means. Sweat’s poppin’ out back there like cawfee from an espresso machine.